Sep 20, 2026 · 2 hr 20 min · 17 segments
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It was subtle at first, just last thought headlines on the radio and Reddit threads that caught my eye.
People were dying.
Tan had died at the start of the new year.
No answers, and no mysterious disease.
No panic.
And driving to football practice, I listened to news bulletins reporting cases springing up across the world.
It was an ice-cold wintery morning and I was shivering, kicking the ball back and forth with Simon, my breath fanning out in front of me.
The girls were doing track and I watched Karina Crawford trip over herself, ponytail first.
I laughed loudly.
It felt good to act normal when everybody else was on edge.
The Karina got to her feet and immediately, in pure Karina fashion, started screeching at me.
I pretended not to hear her, enjoying her cheeks blooming scarlet from the cold.
She shot me the finger, for catapulting into a sprint with the others.
that girl will murder you one day simon sputtered playing with the ball opposite me and crawford's out for blood i didn't respond watching karina run swinging her arms to drive momentum ponytail flying behind her she was fast fast enough to go pro Do you like her? Simon's words snapped me out of it.
Karina! I joked on a laugh, almost losing the ball.
Simon was my best friend, but still, I felt like I had to continue to play pretend with him.
Girls, sex, and my non-existent body count.
It was so easy to act it out, to pretend to be this loud-mouthed idiot boasting about how many girls that I had been with.
Normally, I would joke around and make out like there was someone.
It was easier to act than tell the truth.
The idea of intimacy terrified me, and the idea of telling anyone made me ashamed.
I could have told white lies.
My gaze drifted across the field.
It was subtle at first, just last thought headlines on the radio and Reddit threads that caught my eye.
People were dying.
Tan had died at the start of the new year.
No answers, and no mysterious disease.
No panic.
And driving to football practice, I listened to news bulletins reporting cases springing up across the world.
It was an ice-cold wintery morning and I was shivering, kicking the ball back and forth with Simon, my breath fanning out in front of me.
The girls were doing track and I watched Karina Crawford trip over herself, ponytail first.
I laughed loudly.
It felt good to act normal when everybody else was on edge.
The Karina got to her feet and immediately, in pure Karina fashion, started screeching at me.
I pretended not to hear her, enjoying her cheeks blooming scarlet from the cold.
She shot me the finger, for catapulting into a sprint with the others.
that girl will murder you one day simon sputtered playing with the ball opposite me and crawford's out for blood i didn't respond watching karina run swinging her arms to drive momentum ponytail flying behind her she was fast fast enough to go pro Do you like her? Simon's words snapped me out of it.
Karina! I joked on a laugh, almost losing the ball.
Simon was my best friend, but still, I felt like I had to continue to play pretend with him.
Girls, sex, and my non-existent body count.
It was so easy to act it out, to pretend to be this loud-mouthed idiot boasting about how many girls that I had been with.
Normally, I would joke around and make out like there was someone.
It was easier to act than tell the truth.
The idea of intimacy terrified me, and the idea of telling anyone made me ashamed.
I could have told white lies.
My gaze drifted across the field.
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